Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun And ready, thou, to die with him, Thou watchest all things ever dim And dimmer, and a glory done. The team is loosen'd from the wain, The boat is drawn upon the shore; Thou listenest to the closing door, And life is darken'd in the brain. Bright Phosphor, fresher for the night, By thee the world's great work is heard Beginning, and the wakeful bird; Behind thee comes the greater light. The market boat is on the stream, And voices hail it from the brink; Thou hear'st the village hammer clink, And see'st the moving of the team. Sweet Hesper-Phosphor, double name For what is one, the first, the last, Thou, like my present and my past, Thy place is changed; thou art the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PHILOMELA: PHILOMELA'S ODE [THAT SHE SANG IN HER ARBOR] by ROBERT GREENE THE BALLAD OF ORISKANY by OBADIAH CYRUS AURINGER THE FOREST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN VERSES: THE FIRST BOY by JOHN BYROM THE SCARLET FEATHER by HAZEL RAWSON CADES DREAMERS OF DREAMS by WILLIAM HERBERT CARRUTH GENESIS 24 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE TITANIC by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE UPON THE DUKE OF YORKE HIS BIRTH A PANEGYRICKE by RICHARD CRASHAW |